Chapter 399 Half Mute

But Xiaopingan didn't give up. His aptitude is innate, but it's not impossible to change it!

While watching the exchange competition on the field, it is also thinking about how to improve its qualifications and improve its qualifications.

Can a talent that is extremely suitable for cultivating the spirit pivot system be born?

Xiao Pingan felt that this method was very feasible. If he could develop a talent suitable for cultivating the Spiritual Pivot, and then... reform it for his father, he would be very happy if he would become a blockbuster in the future.

The filial Pingan is thinking about it, but its existing knowledge is still not enough to support its research on how to transform its innate talent.

Outside Jupiter, Yang Shou witnessed all of this, Ping An got Xue Qing's teaching, he was never domineering, and he didn't mean to show his talents, perhaps because he felt that the time had not come, the five-year-old it played its role very obediently.

"Who would have thought that a five-year-old child would actually start researching the issue of transformation qualifications."

Yang Shou shook his head, this Su Ge's reincarnation, the way of learning that he cultivated in his previous life is too terrifying, as long as he has knowledge, he can grow rapidly.

especially……

Yang Shou looked at the other side, also in Tianxuan City, Xue Qing had finished communicating with the city lord in Tianxuan City, obtained a batch of books through exchange, and was about to transport them back to Tianji City.

The achievements of books in the world today are mainly concentrated in the seven cities and the holy castle, covering the achievements of civilization in the past ten thousand years.

But during the month of staying in Tianxuan City, something happened, which brought a huge change to Xiaopingan's worldview that had not yet been completely finalized.

It was a girl, to be precise, an eight-year-old spirit butterfly.

The two met under a big green tree, which was green all year round.

But unlike the short and ugly toothed finch, the spirit butterfly family is petite and cute, slender and extremely beautiful, and has always been sought after by the whole world.

In front of this little girl, Xiao Pingan didn't show any expression of shame and inferiority. His deep and dark eyes looked at the other party, because the other party said: "You are so ugly."

This sentence did not hit Ping An's self-esteem. Knowledge made his heart strong. Compared with knowledge, the appearance of ugliness is nothing.

But the little girl in front of her is really pretty. Beautiful things are always pleasing to the eye. Xiao Pingan simply looks at her with admiring eyes, and at the same time, she is thinking about the difference between beauty and ugliness.

After hesitating for a moment, it took the branch and wrote a few words on the ground.

"What is ugly?"

After a pause, Xiaopingan continued to write a few words: "What is beauty?"

Its concept of beauty and ugliness is only obtained from books, and no one has told it how to limit it.

It only knows that what is comfortable for itself may be beautiful, but from this point of view, it is also very comfortable for its father and itself, so it should also be beautiful.

According to Xueqing's instructions, it should not reveal the fact that it can write in front of anyone, and everything will be gradually revealed after it enters the school, but somehow, by mistake, for this little girl from the spirit butterfly family, it still These two sentences were asked.

After such a long distance, no one should know me, let alone the other party may not be literate.

Ping An thinks so.

The little girl of the Spirit Butterfly Clan's eyes widened. Obviously, she could also read and write, but she didn't expect that Ping An, who looked so much smaller than her in front of her eyes, was a full head shorter, and could actually write.

"Are you dumb?"

The little girl answered irrelevant questions. Looking at the words written by Ping An, she suddenly became interested.

Hearing the word dumb, Pingan tilted his head and thought for a while, then continued to write on the ground: "What is dumb?"

Books tell it that if it cannot speak, it is dumb.

But it feels that it can speak, and speaking in its heart is also speaking.

What's more, its thinking is so jumping, turning all the time, it doesn't want to admit that it is dumb.

"A mute just can't speak!"

The little girl looked at it with a distressed look on her face.

When you are young, your emotions are always simple, and what comes out naturally is true love.

"Oh, then I should be half-dumb."

Ping An paused, and continued to write, without showing any inferiority complex.

It feels that although it cannot speak, its thinking can speak, its heart can speak, and it can express its own thoughts. At best, it can only be regarded as half dumb.

Unexpectedly, when the word "it" was written, the little girl leaned forward and backward with laughter, pointing at it, as if she was amused by it.

"My name is Linglong, how about you?"

The little girl stretched out a hand, and suddenly became interested in the ugly kid who was a head shorter than her in front of her.

The Ping An boy frowned maturely, and after hesitating, wrote two words on the ground: "Ping An."

"Wow, your name sounds as good as mine!"

Linglong held Ping An's hand regardless of whether he wanted it or not.

Ping'an blushed, struggled to break free, and quickly took a step back, keeping away from Linglong, as if Linglong was some kind of scourge.

"you dislike me?"

Linglong with her hips on her hips, glared at Ping An viciously.

Pingan hurriedly wrote on the ground: "The book says that you can't hold hands with the opposite sex casually."

Over the years, it has read more and more books, and they have become more and more complicated, and it has only a half-knowledge about many things in the world.

"Pfft!"

Linglong burst into a smile, her eyes curled up like crescent buds.

"It turned out to be a nerd."

It doesn't feel that Ping'an is dull, but instead thinks that Ping'an is silly and cute.

She was originally the daughter of the city lord. In the school, most people respected her and did not dare to show her true feelings. On the contrary, when she was with Ping An, Linglong felt that she had a friend for the first time.

"What is beauty? What is ugliness?"

Finding that the other party did not speak, Ping An was still struggling with the question just now.

It wanted to go back to the woodshed and wait for its father to come back, but it met such a girl on the road, and the first thing it said when it saw itself was that she was ugly.

Ping An doesn't care much about beauty and ugliness. What it cares about is the definition of beauty and ugliness.

"Beauty is good-looking, and ugliness is not good-looking! For example, you."

At the age of eight, he always speaks so directly. Fortunately, Ping An's heart is made of iron. He is obsessed with learning. The more knowledge he has, the more confident he is. He will never feel insulted or inferior because of such a sentence.

"No, it's not like that. Beauty and ugliness are not so simple. In my eyes, I am also beautiful."

Pingan thought for a while, and wrote down his thoughts seriously on the ground.

Holding the branches, the two teenagers wrote and wrote on the ground, rubbed and rubbed, arguing until dark, but there was no result.

Pingan always thinks that she is also beautiful, but Linglong is not polite and directly says that she is ugly.

The two kept arguing about beauty and ugliness, almost reaching the stage of arguing. Fortunately, Ping An couldn't speak, and when it was written, Linglong's anger subsided a lot.

"I look at myself in the mirror, and I'm also beautiful. I think we, the sparrows, are beautiful. Although you look good, I don't think it's beautiful."

Ping An truthfully wrote his own thoughts, and the potential of the straight man of steel was exposed since he was a child.

This sentence almost blows Linglong up.

It has been regarded as the jewel in the palm since childhood, the daughter of the sky, when did it suffer such insults.

Then Linglong complained about Ping An from top to bottom, from body shape to facial features, from appearance to temperament.

Ping An didn't even have time to write, and experienced the consequences of offending a woman for the first time.

This debate is bound to be fruitless.

But it has planted seeds in Ping An's heart. Regarding beauty and ugliness, it has been trying to find a suitable definition.

A month passed quickly, and when his father was working, Ping An wandered around the school, but every time he would meet Linglong.

It doesn't know, it's because Linglong has people staring at it, and then waits for it.

The two talked about the world, but every time they talked, they always broke up unhappy.

Ping An didn't mean to give in at all, and every time he quoted the classics, he refuted the opponent to pieces.

And every time Linglong couldn't say it, she was very angry, and she didn't follow the rules at all, and went back to the question from last time, counting safety from top to bottom.

call it ugly.

Ping An told it that it should practice this way here and that way there, because its cultivation level is only the third spirit pivot.

But at the age of eight, the cultivation of the third spirit pivot is already enough to be proud of. Looking at the school, there are few who can compare with Linglong.

But in the face of safety, Linglong feels that it is not worthy of being called a genius at all.

It is the only one in the world, other than Xueqing, who knows the secret of Ping An, and has promised Ping An that it will keep it a secret.

But when it came time to part, the two were still very reluctant.

Linglong tells Ping An that her father is a sweeper in Tianxuan School, so as to get closer to Ping An.

Luckily, City Master Tianxuan didn't know about this, otherwise he would be crying in the toilet...

The two have similar identities, and they chatted more and more. When it was time to say goodbye, Ping An and Linglong made an appointment to see each other for the last time.

Under the old green tree where the two met.

Ping An waited until dark, but he didn't wait for the other party to come.

The stubborn Ping An was unwilling to leave. This was the first time he violated his father's words and did not return home in time.

It wasn't until Yushan became anxious and looked around that he found it under the old green tree.

At that time, it was late at night.

Yu Shan raised his hand to hit Ping An, but when he saw Ping An's deep and clear eyes, he couldn't let go, hugged Ping An in his arms, and let out a sigh.

"Ping An, what are you doing sitting here? Don't you know that my father is very worried about you?"

Ping An lowered his head, somehow, the only friend was about to leave, but he hadn't seen the last one, so it felt very sad.

But when he saw his father's worried eyes, Ping An's heart trembled suddenly, he lowered his head, and said obediently in his heart: "Father, I won't do this again."

This is the first time, for the sake of a friend, it didn't listen to his father's words and made his father so worried.

And for the last time.

Before leaving, it left a small notebook.

This is the Xueba's notes that it compiled by itself, recording how to practice from the third Spiritual Pivot to the Fourth Spiritual Pivot, and even deduced a certain distance in the cultivation of the Fourth Spiritual Pivot.

In situ, it left a few words with a branch.

"Linglong, I wish you peace and happiness for the rest of your life."